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Reader Reminiscences

Using buckets and a wet/dry vac to remove ankle deep rainwater out of the basement of The Reader’s South Omaha location with then-news editor and cartoonist Neal Obermeyer, my last day as TR’s managing editor was highlighted by the same kind of charm that I’d both become accustomed to, and had genuinely come to appreciate. To keep an alternative newspaper afloat, after all, sometimes you have to bail some water....

Reader Reminiscences

The Reader is a coming-of-age story for so many people who worked there. I was 20 years old when I started in classified ad sales. I held my last staff position as Editor in Chief when I was 27. I believed deeply in what the paper was trying to accomplish – to tell stories that were meaningful to our generation, to have a true and lasting impact on our community, and to be a bit edgy, even if sometimes it was...

Reader Reminiscences

Those were the days, my friend … and though I can remember only three or four of them from that wine-soaked era, I nonetheless look fondly on the years I spent writing little doodads for the Reader. I fancied myself to be Dorothy Parker -- except for, you know, the writing talent -- and I’m almost certain we all had a wonderful time back then. But beyond my own self-indulgent observations on the drinking life, I...

Reader Reminiscences

I began at the Reader as a movie reviewer, during one of the most dismal periods in cinema history. Somewhere I still have all the swag the distribution companies sent along in their efforts to excite us about their listless product – posters for movies with titles that strain with their eagerness to easily please: The Sweetest Thing, Death to Smoochy, Josie and the Pussycats, Mona Lisa Smile. I have a Mylar poster...

Reader Reminiscences

I began at the Reader as a movie reviewer, during one of the most dismal periods in cinema history. Somewhere I still have all the swag the distribution companies sent along in their efforts to excite us about their listless product – posters for movies with titles that strain with their eagerness to easily please: The Sweetest Thing, Death to Smoochy, Josie and the Pussycats, Mona Lisa Smile. I have a Mylar poster...

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